My heart flutters still
To tell or not to tell?
I do not know for sure
Not telling seems to be
The end of life itself
I dread telling you that I miss you
As scorched earth misses the rains
Is it love for you
That makes my heart tremble so?
All I know is
I want you near and here!
An extent to which I can’t describe.
You miss me, you want me, you love me
You tell me every time
But yours is what I’m scared to be
For I do not know for sure
That your love for me is true…0